Cannot bring life into self, it stands still, out of reach,
beckoning self to follow.
Immersed in a thick, jelly-like barrier, movement towards
it is an impossibility, reasoning defies explanations,
logic has no room to turn in.
Life cannot meet itself, instead continues being wrapped in
thread, dangling from an unseen hand, controlling the fate
of yesterday's sun, shining dimly today.
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